Outside, the wind was blowing, and each monsoon from the north rushed in. The branches swayed in the wind, trying hard not to let their leaves fall. Leaves are just like that, red leaves fall full of leaves, leaving the trunk shriveled. The winter scene is truly dreary.
The tragic scene makes people's hearts sad. Dang Long suddenly thought about that winter. When he was still lying in the middle of the yard, ragged and hungry. Winter brings Dang Long full of painful memories?
That's not it! Winter also brings him a person. Like Painting!
"Have you always enjoyed the view from above?" A small voice rang out. Nhu Tranh quietly sat down next to Dang Long, on the roof, eyes wide open.
"Do you always get up early?"
In fact, when Dang Long climbed onto the roof, she observed Nhu Tranh, she had been awake for a long time.
